The worth and value of knowledge is in proportion to the worth and value of its object.
To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part, Makes up life’s tale to many a feeling heart.
In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.
And in Life’s noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart’s Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.
Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh the joys that came down shower-like, Of friendship, love, and liberty, Ere I was old!
I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold,- His eyes are in his mind.
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.
The necessity for external government to man is in an inverse ratio to the vigor of his self-government. Where the last is most complete, the first is least wanted. Hence, the more virtue the more liberty.
The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!
I must reject fluids and ethers of all kinds, magnetical, electrical, and universal, to whatever quintessential thinness they may be treble distilled, and as it were super-substantiated.
For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep.
A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
My case is a species of madness, only that it is a derangement of the Volition, and not of the intellectual faculties.
There is nothing insignificant-nothing.
That saints will aid if men will call; For the blue sky bends over all!
He saw a lawyer killing a viper on a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind of Cain and his brother Abel.
Facts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises.
Chance is but the pseudonym of God for those particular cases, which he does not choose to acknowledge openly with his own sign manual.